The Strongest Girlfriend Insists That She is An Ordinary Person - Chapter 102

“Your… master?” Wujo Satoru stopped while stroking Kono Taoye’s hair.

He recalled it in his mind, and suddenly remembered the last video call of Genos, the head of the video can be seen.

Yes, bald, right?

“Well… he sent me a message this evening.” Ronino Momoha turned over, Gojo Satoru took her to his chest quite naturally, “But I played outside for a night today, so I’m just now. See.”

“I don’t know why he came to Tokyo all of a sudden.” Nino Momoba sighed softly, the screen of the mobile phone reflected on her face, emitting a faint blue light.

Saitama-sensei has clearly said before that he doesn’t like big cities like Tokyo, which are full of bustling and indifferent urban atmosphere.

But the main reason is that Tokyo’s prices are so high, right?

“What time is the train tomorrow?”

“Three o’clock in the afternoon, it should be.”

Gojo Satoru calculated in his mind, “That’s almost it, we have already returned to Tokyo, send those little devils back to school, and then pick up your teacher, there is more than enough time.”

“But…” Love Ye Taoye paused.

“Why are you so worried?” Wujo Satoru touched her wrinkled brows with a smile, “Are you still afraid of Master Xiaotao?”

“No, but…” Kono Momoye raised his eyes and glanced at Wujo Satoru, in which he suddenly had a bad premonition, and Kono Momoye pondered, “My master… His character is a little weird.”

“Strange…how strange?” Gojo Satoru didn’t take it seriously at this time.

“Could it be weirder than Genos?”

“That’s not the case.” Kono Momoha denied lightly, “Saitama-sensei is a normal person.” A weirdo like Genos is not the same kind.

“That’s it.” Gojo Satoru yawned and pressed Kono Momoha’s head into his arms, “I’ll accompany you to pick him up tomorrow, as for now, go to sleep—”

At this moment, he didn’t know what “it’s weird” in Lianye Taoye’s mouth actually meant.

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The next day, the Tokyo Shinkansen platform.

The sky was very blue and the breeze was blowing. Wujo Satoru held a parasol for Rianye Taoye. He had just sent the group of students away and rushed to the platform non-stop. It was only at this time of the busy day that he felt a little more peaceful.

Gojo Satoru recalled how reluctant the group of girls looked when they left Kyoto, and almost wanted to leave with Teacher Xiaotao, especially the singer, who was already a teacher and was two or three years older than him. Well, he actually held on to Teacher Xiao Tao and didn’t let go.

Luckily, he’s out of that hellish place now.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru was refreshed.

“Speaking of which, Mr. Tao, your teacher actually came to Tokyo by train? Isn’t it more convenient to fly in Z city?” Gojo Satoru asked curiously.

Love Ye Taoye was silent for a while, “It’s too expensive to fly.”

Gojo Satoru was also silent.

Good guy, physical arts can be taught, and things like poor luck can also be taught?

Gojo Satoru slammed his mouth and tried to skip this sad topic, “Is this the bus?” As if to confirm his words, before his words were finished, the tram announcement rang, “Yu this time. ride…”

Kono Momoha quickly took out her mobile phone and confirmed the voyage Saitama sent her, “That’s right.”

“…You don’t have to be so sure, Teacher Xiaotao.” Wujo Satoru stretched out his hand and pressed her head, Rianye Taoye raised his head suspiciously, and heard Wujo Satoru say, “Because, I have seen it.”

Saw it from afar.

The tram was still moving slowly into the station, and Gojo Satoru’s eyes had long since seen through the glass, and among the bustling crowd, the position of Teacher Xiao Tao’s master was.

Well, although he had never seen the “Saitama-sensei” in the mouth of Mr. Xiao Tao before.

That head is really conspicuous.

In the crowded tram, the afternoon sun shines through the window and falls on the head, reflecting a bright arc of light, like a 100 million kilowatt light bulb, and the bright refraction stings people’s eyes.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes involuntarily.

Really… it’s better to be famous than to meet.

Kono Momoha didn’t understand what Gojo Satoru’s meaningful words meant. The train stopped first, and she didn’t care to think about it any more. She hurried forward a few steps and tried hard to find Saitama’s figure in the crowd. .

“Ah, teacher!” She saw the head too.

Kono Momoba happily raised her hand and waved it.

The braised egg-like head looked around for a while, and seemed to have seen this side, reaching out and waving.

Hmm, isn’t it normal?

Looking at this simple and normal person picking up the plane, Gojo Satoru blinked, where is the “his personality is a bit strange…” described by Teacher Xiaotao?

Saitama waved his hand and accidentally pulled the hair of the person in front of him.

“Ah.” He looked at his hands, and at the few thin strands of hair swaying in the wind on the head of the person standing in front of him, his expression suddenly heavy.

Kono Momoba ran to his footsteps hesitantly, gradually slowed down and stayed in place, Gojo Satoru walked to her side, looked at her suspiciously, and then looked at Saitama.

Saitama stared at the palm of his hand, where a hair lay.

After a few seconds, he resolutely took a step forward, catching up with the person who was standing in front of him just now, “Hey! You, wait a minute!”

The man who was holding his shoulders turned his head in confusion.

With a suit and leather shoes and a protruding belly tied by a belt, one can tell that he is a hard-working social animal. At this moment, this middle-aged man took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, staring at Saitama, “What are you doing?”

“You dropped something.”

“Something? What?” Upon hearing this, the man hurriedly opened his purse to take a look, heaved a sigh of relief, touched his pocket again, and then looked at Saitama defensively and suspiciously, “How are you sure it’s me? Dropped? What is it?”

“It’s this—” Saitama spread his hands expressionlessly, “I saw it float down from your head.”

He concealed the fact that he accidentally stabbed it, “Is it yours?”

The man stared at a piece of hair in the palm of his hand, dumbfounded, before he made a sound——

“Are you insane?”

“Don’t you want it?” Saitama looked at him with a very incomprehensible expression.

“Who would want this kind of thing.” The man glared at him with neurotic eyes, then turned around and left quickly, as if he had encountered something unlucky.

Saitama patted his smooth head and frowned, “I don’t cherish it now, and when I don’t have any of it in the future, I know it’s too late to regret it.”

…

Ok.

Wujo Satoru watched from the beginning, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with the words that Kono Momoye said.

Indeed… it’s just that at first glance it looks like a normal person.

Gojo Satoru followed behind Kono Momoha and walked in front of Saitama, watching Koono Momoha and Saitama greet him with a respectful tone, “Teacher, long time no see, how have you been?”

Saitama’s eyes swept around her hair without leaving any traces, and there was no trace of emotion in her voice, “It’s okay, how about you, are you still persevering in training?”

“I’ve never slackened.” Love Ye Taoye said without hesitation.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru could feel the eyes of the bald man on the opposite side even more resentful.

His eyes turned around and fell on Wujo Satoru behind Kono Momoha, his eyes swept across the blindfold on Wujo Satoru’s face, turning a blind eye to this very eye-catching special accessory, and fell directly on Wujo Satoru’s white post.

“…” His eyes hovered over Wutiao Wu’s thick hair for several seconds, “This is?”

Forgot to introduce? Rianye Taoye tilted his head and was about to speak, Wujo Satoru slammed it before her and opened his mouth, grinning on Rianye Taoye’s shoulder and waving his hand, “Hello, teacher, I’m Teacher Xiao Tao’s boyfriend, please. Feel free to leave Xiao Tao-sensei to me—”

“?”

For a moment, the man’s face seemed to have turned into some kind of stick figure, but Gojo Satoru didn’t look away.

He and Kono Momoha fell into a synchronized silence.

Gojo Satoru didn’t feel embarrassed at all, he let the man look up and down, still with a smile on his face.

Saitama kept his mouth shut, and after a while he whispered to Kono Momoha, “Why does he call me teacher too?”

He didn’t accept disciples casually.

Even at the beginning, Lianye Taoye had donated several supermarket discount coupons to him before he was qualified as a closed disciple.

His voice was very small, but Wujou Satoru couldn’t stand his ears. As soon as Lianye Taoye opened his mouth, Wujou Wu rushed in front and said, “Ms. Xiaotao’s is mine, and mine is Xiaotao’s teacher.”

He rubbed Lianye Taoye’s hair, and regardless of the public, he hugged her tightly and said affectionately, “Mr. Xiao Tao’s teacher is of course my teacher.”

In the face of the bald man who had never seen such a couple posture and his eyes widened, Gojo Satoru smiled brightly, “If Teacher Xiao Tao calls your father, then I will also call father.”

“…” Who is taking advantage of whom?

Seeing Momoha’s face sinking, Saitama wisely didn’t answer, he didn’t want a son of such an age for the time being.

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds, Saitama’s eyes swiveled back and forth on Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru could see that he seemed to have something to say, he just didn’t speak leisurely, and after waiting for a few seconds, Saitama still couldn’t hold back, “Since you That being said, respect my words like Kono, and I have something to tell you.”

“Teacher, tell me.” Wujo Satoru spoke quickly.

His expression was very natural, and the “teacher” shouted very affectionately.

Saitama was silent for a few seconds, his eyes slowly rising, his eyes fell on Gojo Satoru’s pure black blindfold, and then brushed his snow-white silver hair.

After a long while, Saitama said softly, “If you wear a blindfold like this, your hairline…will move back.”

Gojo Satoru: …?